Comments about Peter Bolton
The Single Bulb
In the gardens monastic were both herbs of the culinary kind
And those that healed the afflictions of this world,
Both rosemary and rue.
A poor man passed who had some bulbs to sell so that he might feed his family.
It was allowed that flowers could adorn the altar,
For had not the Lord made the lilies of the field.
These bulbs flourished under the hand of Brother Jacob.
Their stems soared skyward, revealing the pristine beauty of the Himalayan snows.
Except for one.